Chapter XXXVII

Whether it is Xu Qing as a writer or Xu Qing as a host, they are all half literary and artistic youths. And now together, Xu Qing's literary literacy is actually higher than he imagined.

That's right, he only read one poem by Huang Lao. But generally speaking, the poem at the top of a poetry collection is often one of the best, if not the best, poems in the whole collection.

Therefore, Xu Qing's previous positioning of Huang Lao is indeed more pertinent. The level of Huang Lao's poetry is only above average, at most it can barely be regarded as a top-class level.

But after all, Huang Lao has been a poet all his life, even if his ability to write poetry is average, he definitely has the ability to appreciate it.

He asked, "Young man, do you know poetry?!" Xu Qing sneered, and then said, "In the oblivion of trees and trees, it is the lyrical attack of dogs." ”

Huang Lao was angry in an instant, what is called "dog's lyrical attack"? This is clearly a direct scolding!

But at the same time, he was angry, and he also heard that this was the pattern of poetry.

Huang Lao can disrespect Xu Qing, but as a lifelong poet, he certainly respects poetry. Since Xu Qing dared to use poetry to answer his previous question, then Huang Lao had to listen carefully to what kind of works Xu Qing could come up with.

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he refuted his works as worthless from the aspect of poetry, and saw how he stepped down.

Then, I listened sentence by sentence. Huang Lao had a trace of disdain on his face, but in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Xu Qing left the poem behind, turned around and left in style. The expression on Huang Lao's face didn't change, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If Xu Qing stays and asks him to comment on this poem, what should he say?

Of course it's not good to say that poetry is good, he just said that Xu Qing doesn't understand poetry.

But if the poem is not good, Huang Lao will not lie, but after this poem and Huang Lao's comments are spread together, what reputation will Huang Lao have in the future?

Now that Xu Qing is gone, Huang Lao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Embarrassment, of course, is still somewhat unavoidable. Excited just now, he was already the only one in the central circle who stood up at this time. After Xu Qing left, everyone's eyes in the room were focused on Huang Lao. What should he do next? Or do you need to say something before sitting down?

Huang Lao was not the only one who was shocked by Xu Qing's poems. The people who came to participate in this literary salon were generally insiders. Even if you only listen to it once, it is not enough to figure out all the artistic conceptions in it. It has been widely recognized, and this is definitely a great poem.

Yan Wendong savored the content of this poem, and when he came back to his senses, he noticed Huang Lao's embarrassing situation at this time.

Yan Wendong paused, but still decided to relieve Huang Lao. "The poem is good, but the people are too crazy. To be honest, Yan Wendong also didn't think that Huang Lao himself had much ability. It's really his apprentice, and he does have a lot of energy in the circle.

Today's literary salon, although it is not funded by Yan Wendong, the theme of the salon is the reading of "Night", and Yan Wendong is the host. If in Yan Wendong's salon, Huang Lao's face is too ugly. Maybe in the future, someone will be angry with him.

As soon as Yan Wendong's words fell, the people around him quickly began to echo. Huang Lao paused, and gently sat back in his place amid the discussion.

Quite a few people noticed, but didn't say much.

A woman in a sexy and generous crimson dress, but dressed very elegantly, sits at the edge of the scene in the center. Throughout today's event, although she rarely spoke, she kept a faint smile.

When Huang Lao retreated, Beauty and a few people bowed their heads and took the initiative to leave the circle. After that, I hurried to the door.

"What about the registration form?" And Xu Qing and the others had just entered when they encountered that incident. Beauty soon found Xu Qing's name from the staff in charge of registration.

Xu Qing turned around and walked out of the salon, and the wolf teeth and several people hurriedly followed. Not far from the saloon, the group stopped again.

"Damn! it's exciting. Qing Shao can also write poems, amazing!" Xu Qing didn't go too fast, but Lin Mubai actually felt like he was out of breath. The feeling of turning around and leaving directly after slapping the face just now is really exciting.

"It's not a loss, it's a little less, everything will be. Have you noticed how surprised those people's expressions were? ”

In fact, many people, like Lin Mubai, do not necessarily have too professional poetry appreciation ability. But from the performance of those insiders at that time, they could guess that this poem must be no worse.

Langya is a relatively qualified literary and artistic youth, and the links he sent to Xu Qing before were generally news that he had actually read. The people present were the most shocking to him: "Qing Shao, what is the name of this poem?"

Xu Qing paused, but he didn't hide it: "Road Song." ”

"Good name. ”

"Qing Shao, I'm sorry. I didn't know there was such a stubborn old man in this salon. can actually say that novels are dross. "Night chasing the wind can't help but be a little embarrassed.

How many young people nowadays don't like online novels? Huang Lao's remarks are certainly not popular among young people.

And in fact, no one has said anything about the literary nature of online novels a few years ago, who would have thought that today I would really meet such a stubborn old man.

Xu Qing didn't bother much, the reason why he came here today was mainly to meet fans. Now the fans have seen it, and through what happened just now, the fans have admired themselves even more.

Xu Qing felt that today's fan meeting was quite successful.

Xu Qing and everyone gathered for a while, and all those who should take a group photo also took a group photo. After that, Xu Qing still said goodbye to everyone and chose to leave.

He didn't really have anything to do when he went back to the radio. But even if Du Feifei gives face, he still doesn't want to stay outside for too long during working hours.

Soon after Xu Qing returned to the radio, he saw the message that Lin Mubai sent to him. "Qing Shao, I'll post your work on Weibo, is it okay?"

Xu Qing did not refuse. "Whatever. ”

Soon, Leng Mubai posted "Road Song" on Weibo. Leng Mubai's own comments are marked below: ""Notes on Tomb Robbery" + "Road Song". Qing Shao, a man with nine buckets of talent. ”

Then soon, the descendants of the tomb robbery fan group began to frantically repost this Weibo.